She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 509: In the Face of Life and Death

Five minutes had passed, and there was a countless number of people waiting in line for Kyson’s treatment, while nobody came to Cheyenne.

Eddie was starting to feel anxious for her.

“Cheyenne, should I go and help you find some patients? I remember a few patients adding me on Line before; they were seeking medical help,” he suggested.

“No need,” she declined his offer, her gaze shifting towards the cleaning lady standing by the street.

From the last moment to now, the cleaning lady had been looking over in this direction with hesitation.

Cheyenne raised her red lips and said coolly, “I’ve got a patient.”

“What?”

Before he could get a response from her, Cheyenne headed towards the cleaning lady.

Meanwhile, Leah, seeing her actions, thought she had willingly given up the competition and smirked triumphantly. “So quick to give up? Seems like all that boasting led to nothing… A bit of self-awareness would be good.”

Before Leah’s words had fallen, a clear voice interjected, “Who said I’ve given up?”

Cheyenne returned, bringing with her a middle-aged cleaning lady in a yellow sanitation worker’s uniform. She looked to be in her fifties, with hair turning white from the rigors of hard labor, and her face weathered and wrinkled from years of exposure to the elements.

She held a broom and stood somewhat bewildered in place.

“She’s so filthy. Why would Cheyenne bring such a lowly person here?”

“Yeah, it stinks! The air is filled with the smell of garbage… I can’t bear it, I’m sick.”

of here

there were the hurtful words attacking

on her face as she apologized to

nose with disdain, despite not saying anything, her actions crushed the old woman’s sense

low.” Cheyenne grabbed hold of the cleaning lady’s wrist and confidently ushered her

of discontent, but envy also sparked in their

replacement patient from

on the white coat and gloves, she seemed to glow

she

vomiting, especially at mealtimes,” the woman answered with a hesitant tone, pointing

was the epigastric region, indicating that she likely had chronic

the hardest to

had identified the ailment, she could

a set of silver needles, each

up the finest needle, she proceeded to skillfully insert it into the woman’s

skills, and her speed was

involuntarily gazed in silent admiration at

help but admit that

Leah disdainfully curled her lips,

clearly has appendicitis.

publicly stating, “Leah, watch it carefully to learn it. She’s excellent in medicine, you

unwilling to accept this. She murmured, “Grandfather, whose side are you on? If we lose, it will be so

“I know.”

to focus on treating his own

glances at Cheyenne, while he pondered a question: What if he were

Based

patient to take medicine for recuperation. However, it would be a relatively long process before the

I’ve suffered due to this illness over the past two months!” Cheyenne wasn’t accustomed to such effusive gratitude.